A.N.: This is my second story. My first didn't turn out well, and I discontinued it.

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Man, I love a good prank.

That feeling you get when the victim trips, falls, crashes and burns. I live for that feeling. It fuels me. It makes me feel good.

When I found out I was a half-blood, none of that changed. When I found out who my Olympian parent was, I loved it more.

I'm Alex Pennecost, and I was born to prank.

During my sixth grade camping trip, my life changed.

The teachers had just called lights out, and kids in my tent were settling down. I was sitting up in my sleeping bag, waiting for the camp to fall asleep.

See, I'd come up with this idea to fill the school bully, Josh's shoes with whipped cream. Josh was a jerk. He was always picking on someone when he wasn't pick-pocketing a kid. Well, I guess I shouldn't judge him... I do my share of pick-pocketing, too.

Anyway, this was my first prank on him in a while, and I wanted to make sure it would succeed.

I waited 'till the whole camp was asleep, the grabbed two cans of whipped cream from a cooler. I went oustide into the cold night air and fumbled around a bit until I found Josh's shoes. They were long boots, propped up near the entrance to his tent.

I opened one can of whipped cream and it let out a hiss a long hiss. Shaking the can, I pulled one boot towards me. I filled both shoes, and was soon on my way back to my tent.

On my way there, I tripped. I thought no one would notice, but as I was getting up, one can exploded. A loud, clearly audible pop was the result.

Aww shoot, I thought, now I'll have woken up the whole camp.

I scrambled away into the woods, hid behind a tree and slumped down, thinking that I'd have to wait another half an hour until it was safe to go back to my tent.

While I sat there, beating myself up about it, I thought I saw a flash in the woods. I passed it off as my imagination. What would flash in the middle of nowhere? But then I saw another bright flash. And another.

I decided I'd better go check what it was. Walking through the woods was hard, and I managed to trip alot and fall on my face. Finally, I made it to a clearing, and couldn't believe what I saw.

There was a girl in full greek battle armor who was firing arrows at something in the shadows. Her expression was fierce, but she was beautiful. Her golden hair was tied in a pony tail and tucked under her armor. Her eyes were a pretty blue-ish color. She moved swiftly and fired rapidly.

After about two dozen arrows shot, something growled in the trees and there was the sound of leaves cracking, like something had fallen. The girl slumped down onto the forest floor, panting.

I wondered what she could possibly be doing in the forest by herself, and with armor and a bow no less! She wasn't someone from my school, I would've recognized her.

I started walking towards her to question her, but I tripped. The girl, obviously surprised, sprung back up and shot an arrow at me. It lodged in my left arm. For a moment I was just stunned, then I felt pain searing through my arm. I resisted the urge to scream, knowing that if I did, I'd wake the camp again.

My eyes blurred and watered. Then the girl's eyes widened, and she ran toward me. "Oh my Gods! I'm so sorry!" she whispered. Then she took out a canteen and forced a liquid down my throat. It tasted good, like chocolate brownies. After that I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was in a completely different part of the forest. There was a teepee behind me, and I was in an armchair. I looked around at my surroundings. It was broad daylight. I couldn't hear the lake anymore. There were oaks all around. A pecking bird was on the tree nearest to me, and I figured it had woken me.

I immediately wondered why I wasn't in my tent. Then I remembered, as my arm sent a fresh wave of pain to my head.

Looking around, I wondered how I got there and where I was. I assumed that Greek girl brought me here, seeing as she was the only one around when I fainted.

I pondered what she'd been doing in the woods. At first I was angry at her for shooting me, then I remembered her eyes, full of concern and worry, and realized that she must've shot me out of suprise at my voice. It was sort of my own fault.

After I'd made sure I was thouroughly aquainted with my surroundings, I decided to rest some more. That idea was short-lived.

I heard leaves cracking, and the girl emerged from the trees with a dead bird and a bow in her hands. Her eyes widened when she saw that I was awake, and she ran over.

"Why'd you shoot me?" I asked immediately, maybe a bit harshly.

She blushed. "Oh, um..." Her voice was higher than most, but not annoying. It sounded like she could be a good singer.

"It's alright," I told her, in a softer voice, "I know you didn't mean to."

She nodded. "I'm so sorry though!"

"No problem. It was my fault, too." I said.

She shook her head. "I should have looked before I shot."

"Whatever. I'm Alex, by the way." I told her

"Hazel," she said and offered her hand. I shook it.

"Really sorry about the arrow. And, um, how's the arm?"

I flexed my arm and winced in pain. It was still better than last night, though. "Better," I told her,"And don't sweat it. I think it's awesome that you can shoot that well in the first place."

She grinned. "Yeah but it's too bad I had to actually shoot you for you to find that out."

I nodded, then remembered something. "Hey," I began, "What was that thing you were shooting at before you saw me?"

She tensed. "Before I tell you," She said, "Promise me not to call the cops to send me to the loony bin."

I shrugged, a bit warily. "I don't have a phone," I told her, "So don't worry"

"Alright," she said and took a deep breath. "You know Greek mythology?" she asked, "Like gods and monsters?"

I nodded, unsure of where this was going. "Yeah that was, like, the only class I payed attention to in school."

"Well," Hazel continued, "All those myths, the gods, and monsters, are true. They exist in the present."

I sat there, shocked, taking this all in. At first I thought she was just joking.

"I take back what I said. I'm finding a phone. You need to be institutionalized."

She sighed, not looking very surprised. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in, but it's really true."

I coughed. "You're freaking me out. Are you crazy?"

She looked annoyed, but she continued unnerved. "And, people like you and me, we're children of the gods. Half-Bloods. Demigods is the official term"

"How do you know that?" I asked her, playing along even though frankly I thought she was insane.

"Well for one," she said and pulled out an arrow,"See this arrow? This is made of celestial bronze. It passes through mortals. It affects gods, monsters, and demigods, like us."

"You can't prove that." I told her, generally finding the whole situation amusing.

She shrugged. "I will later" she replied. "Secondly," she said and pulled out the canteen that she'd made me drink earlier. "This is nectar, the drink of the gods. It would make a regular mortal burn up. Since we're half-bloods, it just heals wounds. Though if you take too much, you'll burst into flames."

I realized I couldn't argue against that, since my arm didn't have a cut anymore. But I was still skeptical.

"I'm going to go along with this, even though I don't believe you. This beats going to school and doing homework any day." I told her.

"Good," She didn't look very satisfied. "Now let's go in the tent and eat." she said, holding up the rabbit.

I followed her in. "Oh, and Hazel?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not killing me"

She turned and smiled. "No problem"

Hoped you like it! Depending on the number of positive reveiws I'll update (or try) more often. By summer I should prob have 1 up per day.

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